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Shabana Mukhtar here, ready to chat about another daily prompt: What brings a tear of joy to your eye?

Easily Joyed Rarely Overyjoyed

You know, I’ve always been one of those people who wears their heart on their sleeve, but the truth is, shedding a tear of joy isn’t something that happens to me often. I’m easily delighted by the little things—a well-brewed cup of chai, a new episode of my favorite drama series, even the sight of a stray cat finding its way to a cozy spot. But those tears of pure, unadulterated joy? They’re a rare gem in my emotional treasure chest.

An Alter Ego

Yet, there was this one moment, this singular instance in time that managed to wring out that elusive tear from the corner of my eye. You see, I’ve got this alter ego—a scribbler of words, a conjurer of tales—and I write under a pen name that’s more than just letters on a page. It’s a part of me that I share with the world, a secret garden of stories that I nurture with every keystroke.

The #1 Tag Against My Book

And then it happened. One extraordinary day when the universe decided to sprinkle a bit of stardust over my humble creations. One of my books, under that pen name, climbed the treacherous mountain that is Amazon’s Bestseller list. But that’s not the part that made me teary-eyed.

Oh, no.

That was just the beginning. What truly brought the tear of joy was when that book, my book, snuggled itself comfortably at the numero uno spot, claiming the title of Bestseller #1.

Months passed, and yet there it stayed, standing tall among giants, reminding me of the magic that stories can weave. Every click of the “refresh” button reaffirmed that my story is still #1. Every kind review from readers who found solace within its pages boosted my confidence. And, every email from a stranger who connected with its characters—those were the drops that filled the reservoir of joy in my heart.

It’s a feeling I hold dear, a reminder that even in this digital age where words are pixels on a screen, they can still touch souls and move mountains. That tear of joy, a tiny testament to the power of imagination, remains etched in my memory, an anchor in a sea of fleeting emotions. And as I continue to spin tales and share pieces of my heart, I carry that tear with me, a whisper of the profound happiness that stories can bring.

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